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There are over 2,700 ways to say hello on this planet, not counting handshakes, fist bumps, smiles, nods, winks, bows, hugs and rubbing noses. Hello. Ciao. Bonjour. Konnichiwa. Mambo. Go ahead, pick your favorite, or do as they do in Tibet—stick out your tongue, which for the non-Tibetans in the crowd, is a sign of respect and a simple way to send a message that you care.
In case you haven’t noticed (and no hard feelings if you haven’t), but things have been quiet here at Oxygen Buzz. I came down with laryngitis. And not the kind my wife is always hoping for, but the lesser-known and much more lethal variety that attacks the creative arteries and weakens the spine. It’s a creative paralysis that strikes when you think you have nothing to say, or if you do, no backbone to share it.
I have a new binge-watching obsession on Netflix. It’s called Chef’s Table—a show where some of the most renowned chefs in the world share their deeply personal stories, inspirations, and unique styles. It’s not just about cooking—it’s about art, creativity, and the way we live our lives.
The Anti-Bucket List Experiment
Oxygen Buzz has a love-hate relationship with the bucket list. Too often bucket lists are tied to deep bank accounts—five-star huts on deserted islands or helicopter skiing in the Alps. And then there all those bucket list adventures that require you to be a Navy Seal—parachuting into volcanos and running with bulls. Perhaps most unfortunate, bucket lists have become a cliché for getting older—the idea that we must live large and dangerous before the hourglass empties.
Transformation comes in many shapes and sizes. For me, it was green and came in a bowl, with just the right hint of salt. Yes. I ate guacamole for the first time in my life (and I live in L.A. with grandparents that came from Mexico).
Who remembers the good ol’ days? You know way back when teenagers could ride in the back of a pickup truck on the freeway, or you could light up a cigarette on an airplane, or hold a baby on your lap without those confining car seats.